And so ’twas not for him.
From The Puppet Showman’s Album. Illustrated by Gavarni. No date.
MISS JEAN INGELOW.
The Apple-Woman’s Song.
The marten flew to the finch’s nest,
Feathers, and moss, and a wisp of hay:
The arrow it sped to thy brown mate’s breast;
Low in the broom is thy mate to-day!
“Liest thou low, love! low in the broom?